all moved. forests, pine,
gudi, steel strip.
Blowing over the lonely spring
And the triumph of the skies.
I did not forget to feast intoxicated
My cherished flute.
I send dream of a transcendent
In His Holy cradle…
Above it is blue eternal canopy,
And too thin lace.
Dreams piercing Shard
Free Primea blue.
Not about salvation, not on the Word…
And if I - the fallen in the dust?
But the smoke vshodyaschego praises
Return to the land of my garden.
14 December 1904. In paintings Finley. Railways.
